Sacred Gallipoli

• Shayle Korander, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

As you set foot on sacred Gallipoli, trees begin to whisper and shrill cries begin to echo,
Wave’s crash against the rocky shore and the wind begins to bellow
The cliff faces loom, high, sharp and pointy like jagged teeth
And you remember all the brave and courageous soldiers buried underneath
Poppies cover the ground like a contagious disease
But the sheer beauty is like a cure and puts you at ease
You could almost hear the ominous crackle of gunfire. Death filled the air like an evil stench
As you cautiously clamber below into a dark, damp and dusty trench
The ANZAC'S fought shoulder to shoulder blazing the way for our beloved nation
We remember what they did for us and pay our admiration

LEST WE FORGET